Bones - LOWLIVES

Dead man walking

These streets aren’t paved with gold

Is heaven waiting?

I don’t think so

A lot can happen when we’re under pressure

A lot can happen between now and never

I’ve been thrown to the wolves

We’ll meet again when we’re wearing bones

Wearing bones

Forever searching for a means to meet the end

The world keeps turning, I can’t let go

Burnt out and wasted, hatred leaves me hollow

Today is always yesterday’s tomorrow

I’ve been thrown to the wolves

We’ll meet again when we’re wearing bones

Wearing bones

And I’m digging on my knees

Trying to find a piece of me

I won’t live forever

I’ll die whenever

I’m six feet deep

And doing fine

I’m doing fine

Wearing bones